Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters therein, however I do own Amanda, Anna, and Arielle, as well as any other character not from the show.
Author's Note: If you don't like Tracey, don't read this. And if you do read this don't review and start ranting about how much you dislike him, critique the story, not the characters. Kay?
The Typhoon Ridge League
Part One
The dodrio warbled their morning song as the sun rose over the hillside. Noone moved from their houses yet though, children were still asleep and the parents were getting their early morning dose of caffeine.
In one large house the window in an upper story room was wide open to catch the early breeze. And on the sill sat an eight-year-old girl already dressed for the day. The air ruffled her blonde hair as she observed and sketched the rising Pidgey. Her blue eyes flashed from paper to Pokemon as her pencil moved from left to right.
"Amanda!" her mother shouted, "It's time for breakfast!"
At her mother's unexpected shout, Amanda promptly lost her balance on the sill and fell to the floor. "I'm coming!" she replied, picking herself up from her bedroom floor.
Amanda put her sketchbook and pencil on her bed and rushed quickly downstairs. "Well its about time!" her mother retorted, "Now go, oh never mind, here they come."
Down the staircase trotted Amanda's younger sisters, five year old Anna, and three year old Arielle. Both were still groggy from waking up. "Now come and sit down for breakfast," their mother ordered.
All three quickly complied and started shoveling food. "Amanda?"
"Hmm?" Amanda looked up at her mom.
"I'm going to have Katie come over and watch you while I'm at the Sketcher's going away party, so help her out OK?"
"Sure Mom," Amanda replied. It didn't really matter; she had plans for later anyway.
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It was two hours past noon, and Amanda had slipped into her room, telling Katie she was tired and did not want to be bothered. Amanda checked her watch and hurriedly started to take out the screen and climb through the window onto the roof. She carefully and quietly slid down the roof and onto the pavement below. She then sprinted down the street, passing block after block looking, then finding. In the vibrant grass of their lot sat the Sketcher house, more aptly termed 'mansion'.
Ignoring the size, Amanda slipped behind the shrubbery and stalked into the backyard. There in the largest tree she'd ever seen, sat the largest tree house she'd ever seen with the rope ladder dangling down. She ran toward the ladder and scrambled up.
"Well its about time!" he snorted.
"I've heard that already," Amanda sighed.
Tracey Sketcher, the nine-year-old member of the Sketcher family, stood in the corner of the tree house dubbed the 'living room' with his arms crossed angrily. His eyes softened, "It's OK I was late too," he laughed, making the light show his black hair as the dark green it truly was, "I brought something for you." With that he took out a medium sized box from his baggy pants and handed it to her.
Amanda stood astounded, holding the box, "You didn't have to Kenji," she called him by the nickname she had given him, "it's not like we'll ever see each other again."
"Think of it as an insurance risk." He smiled again.
Amanda looked up at him, then jumped up wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you!" She said into his ear.
Suddenly the walkie-talkie clipped to Amanda's side crackled, "Mandy! Get back home quick!"
"I'm sorry!" Amanda apologized, "I'll open this right when I get back home, kay?"
"Kay," he nodded, "See ya in the future sometime!"
"Count on it!" She waved back while clambering down the ladder and running back the way she had come.
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Author's Note: Yes, I am a poor sap for romance, but oh well. For all you Tracey haters out there, he won't be featured basically at all for awhile, except for a couple wishful sighs from our heroine so don't worry.